#Darksiders 3 Fury

[depvotee]

Fury.

[creaturehollow]

At long last, I finally finished these! These games have been an utter plague upon me this year and frankly have given me an itch for fanart that wasn't really there before lol Incredibly happy with how these all turned out, the months spent making these happen were well worth it I think :]

[imagine-darksiders]

Ulthane looking after 20 humans for months:

Fury looking after the same Humans for a few days:

[tobiasrieper]

Darksiders III + hollows

[alphagravy]

[scribbiesan]

Day 2: Horseman

“After all these eons, I still believe in smiles behind masks and laughter behind hoods.”

@imagine-darksiders

Back at it again, had to scrap the first rendition of this prompt. I have a deep love for all the Horsemen, but Fury is surprising in the fact that she was once harsh and crude and belittling of others. And then she met humans. We know the rest.

Anyway, hope you enjoy! I got more to do, not a lotta time to do it.

Toodles!~

[monsuta127]

DARKSIDERS: The Horsemen and Day of the Dead

Feliz Día de Muertos!! I know im a day late, but i still wanted to finish this as soon as possible. So as i was prepping the offrenda with my family for dia de muertos, i got curious and wondered how each of the horsemen would react to the celebration!

Especially Death since this celebration circles around well- death.

[Note: These are just based on my experience since i know different places celebrate it differently. If i missed anything or i got smth wrong about DOTD, please let me know.]

DEATH

- He finds it intriguing that humans have a holiday where mourning the dead is exchanged for celebration.

- He's quick to understand the importance of remembering one as they lived rather than how they died. He can respect that.

- With all the colorful skulls decorated around town, some kids would offer to paint his mask, which he kindly refuses.

- He mostly watches and learns as you and your family prepare for the celebration, talking in all the colors and the smells of the flowers and sweet pastries.

- As he watches you set up the offrenda, you talk to him about all the fun memories of your loved ones who are now passed and seeing how you talk about them with happiness instead of grief, he's even more curious about this holiday.

- It would take some convincing to even get him to try some of the pastries. But he takes a silent liking to the Pan de Muerto. You can tell by how he takes bits of yours when you're not looking. He smiles under the mask when you call him out on it.

- Death may not be quite fond to the idea of the smiling skeletons' decorations sometimes as a way to 'mock' death but understands that humor is a part of the cultural holiday.

- If Death has the ability to see souls here, he'd see the true meaning of DOTD as both living and dead relatives sit together, enjoying the meals that were brough to them on the offrendas, and listening to the joyous stories told about them from their living relatives. He'd see that despite them not being alive, family always finds their way back to one another. Whether he'd tell you he sees your relatives smiling at you and your family is up to him.

- Death wouldn't care much to watch the Catrina contests, tho he agrees with the message La Catrina brings, that no matter how rich or poor you are, no matter what color or background you're from, in the end we all end up as skeletons.

- Hearing that message, he tries not to think about how little time he has with you. He has been there since the beginning of humanity, and he was there when they were wiped out and when they were brought back by his hand. He knows at some point you won't be around anymore. This holiday gives him a reminder to cherish the time he has with you now.

WAR

- War might be interested in the holiday from the idea that it's about "honoring the dead." He gets more invested when you tell him it connects to Aztec mythology and how the Aztecs used to bring offerings that would be useful for their relatives in their journey through the Mictlán/underworld. And you had to tell War that weapons weren't necessary anymore when he tried to bring a big sword to the offrenda for your relatives. But it's sat carefully next to it instead. "Just in case." He tells you.

- War quite enjoys the vibrant colors and scent of the Marigold flowers. You tell him it brings out his eyes, and you get a kick out of how quickly he hides his flustered expression. Frankly its only fitting since Marigold are considered as 'bright as the sun' for the spirits to find their way back to their families. And for you, he reminds you much like the sun.

- He also likes the gladiolus flowers since their name comes from Latin times meaning honor or victory.

- As you show War around in the cemetery and all the traditions of how DOTD is celebrated, he finds himself more fascinated with how rich and diverse the culture is. Its nothing like he's seen before. He wonders if Death would like this holiday.

- Not a chance are you getting him to get his face painted, no matter how much you beg him to do it. He'll settle on you getting your face painted instead.

- The parades are a new addition to the holiday, and he's impressed by the creative floats and costumes humans made for the occasion. He'll enjoy you watching the contest for La Catrinas, but if you ever decided to compete for next year he would cross through entire realms to find the most magnificent outfit for you to make sure you'd win.

- He questions why humans choose to celebrate the dead on this day rather than mourning. You tell him that Day of the Dead is the time of the year that families come together and remember the ones who aren't with us anymore. It's also the time to reflect and appreciate life while we're still part of it. Hearing this makes him realize he does not have much time with you. Human lives are short compared to his. But he tries not to show his sadness, especially on a holiday of celebration of life and death. So he vows to protect you, keep you safe and happy for as long as you live. And he'll honor your memory both in life and in death..

STRIFE

- Strife is mostly there for the food and drinks sold around. He'll eat and try almost anything. But he likes the elotes con chamoy along with other spicy foods.

- As for pastries, he very much enjoys churros (possibly with a lot of toppings). But what you did not expect was for him to eat an entire sugar skull after you guys decorated them.

- This guy would so be on board on getting his face painted as a colorful skeleton if it means playfully mocking his brother Death 'for the occasion.'

- Strife would enjoy watching the folklorico dancers dance to the rythm of the music, the way the dancers swing and move their dresses to the flow he finds very memerizing to look at. (If you know a bit about folklorico, he might ask you to teach you some dance lessons, and also because he thinks he would look cool in those fancy suits. )

- Strife wants to be involved in the festivities as much as he possibly can. He'll help you carry things to the cemetery to prep the tombstones and offrendas for DOTD. And his eyes catch a glimpse not on the brightly orange Marigolds that illuminate the cemetery in its colors and aroma, but on the particular plum-colored flowers you set up in front of the stone of a relative. When he asks, you tell him they're called "mano de pantera," which means "panther's paw." And instead of explaining why, you gently place him fingers on the flowers to feel its soft texture. And immediately, he's found his new favorite flower.

- When you and him sit next to the offrenda, you talk about all the fun memories you had with each person whose pictures are on it. At one point he asks why you guys choose to celebrate death on this day, so you tell him it's to remind us about our loved ones who passed by how they lived rather than how they died. Its the time of the year when they can cross to the living realm and visit us for the celebration. It's also a time to appreciate the life we've got while it lasts. When he hears those words, he reminisces on the time he's spent with you since the apocalypse. He's happy he got the chance to meet you and celebrate this holiday of life and death, and he wants to make sure the time he spends with you is the best time of your life before you leave this realm.

- Without you or any of the horsemen knowing, he keeps a photograph of you somewhere safe at his place or on his person. So that when the time of year comes and you're not longer in the living realm, he sets up an offrenda just for you, to remind him that you're not as far apart as he thinks.

FURY

- Fury was very confused as to why humans would celebrate the death of their family members. But once you explain it a bit further and invite her to see for herself, she agrees if it means understanding a bit more about your culture.

- Fury doesn't get entirely involved with the games and festivities as much as Strife but she would enjoy a face painting session with you, she would make sure your skull makeup looks fantastic.

- But if you do get her into one of the games, she'll go all out just to win a prize for you (hopefully without breaking anything.)

- Fury is the only horseman who seems to dislike the marigold flowers. She says the smell is intoxicating, but she takes a liking to the red and white gladiolas. To you, they remind you of her not only by their colors but also by how they stand tall and proud, much like Fury.

- She most enjoys the sweet pastries compared to her brothers. Her favorite pastry being the Flan con chocolate.

- Once you tell Fury about the connection of DOTD the Aztecs and how they believed Mictlancíhuatl or the "Lady of the Dead" helped in aiding their loved one to the afterlife, she casually tells you "Ive met her once, she was nice." And she walks away smirking before you begin to chase her down with so many questions.

- At first she wasn't very excited to seeing the contestants for las Catrinas, but once she saw the very creative costumes that peaked her interest, she vowed that next year you and her will compete and will win.

- With Fury, she's always seen the death of humankind as a tragedy, tho she did not pity them about it at first. But the way that she sees the humans here celebrating death and even welcoming it as part of life. It very much contrasts the fear that she's seen in the faces of those she's saved when it all went down. Which makes her even more curious about the holiday.

- The more she opens herself to the celebration, the more she realizes that time here is short. And there will come a time when you won't be around for her to torment and mess with. She remembers the first time she met you in the ruin of your own home and seeing you now, alive and happily talking with family members and honoring your deceased ones. She wonders if she didn't save you, would she have seen your picture on the offrenda. Fury brushes those thoughts aside, for all that matters to her is that you're still here, and she knows how grateful you are for her saving you that day. If only she could express how grateful she is to have met you and to celebrate with your family on this special occasion.

--END--

[proxis-shattered-expectations]

Dude those eyes in the Havoc Form give the same energy as bombastic side eye🤣😂. Love the colors and effects, and a great entry!!

Darksiderstober 2023

“Transformation”

Prompts by @proxis-shattered-expectations

Posting this a day early because, starting tomorrow, I’m taking a week off from inktober prompts(and possibly a break from my tablet, but we’ll see how that goes XD)

[jericos-art-corner]

Pirate AU! for the horsemen. Strife's face hc by notezs-b!.

>Dont repost my art,dont feed to a//i i do not consent. I own the copyright to all my art

[darkdemeter]

DARK FEATHERS (REQUEST TEASER) ────────────────

Horsemen x Crowfather's Heir! GN Reader ↳ a request submitted by @screechinginthevoid I'm (currently) working on. Unsure when to say this one will be coming out, it's gonna be quite long I imagine considering that I want to implement a lot of lore and history into this one, even from the book. Hopefully you enjoy this teaser though Jer! and know that I am working on this piece bit by bit!

As your first introduction with the four, it had been accidental at best. Honest. You never meant to intrude on your dear father or his business with the Nephilim soldiers and their commander. 

You entered their lives like a breath of fresh air. One they could finally swallow without fearing it would poison their lungs on the next gulp, that it didn’t taste of bitter ash and desolation. 

True and raw beauty incarnate, a mold of flawed perfection, so fragile and regal with a frightful innocence they cannot help but become allured by. 

Though utterly blindsighted to the improper enthrallment of their attention on you, the Crowfather sternly clears the ragged chimney of his old throat, beckoning the glowing orchestra of eyes to him again. And in turn, it brings you out from your own stupor, cheeks warmed to a degree you didn’t know was possible. 

“I finished inscribing those tomes for you.” Your voice is a euphoric and blended splendor of everything Heaven denied them. 

How could they have been warded off by the Keeper of Secrets from something so undeniably divine? 

“Good. You have done well, my child,” croaks the Crowfather. For the first time since they dared to step foot in his domain and obtain his audience, they saw the Old One’s lips fold into a tender smile. 

With a small bow of your head you then turn your eyes, shyly allowing your gaze to take in the four standing at the bottom of the darkened steps. 

“Dad,” you whisper lowly, sinking down to level yourself to where he sat on his throne. “Who are they?” 

“They are…” He hesitates a moment, eyes shrivelled into a narrowed vision as they flitter back and forth. The last thing he’d wish for is to scare you despite the terrible need of such an emotion. It will grant you a better understanding of the worlds and universe around you when you eventually take your place on the Veiled Throne of Secrets. 

“I shall explain later, child. Now off you go.” His long and jagged nail points forth in a direction that urges you with firm banishment. You knew that tone better than any living creature. His dismissal came in a coldly played act, a ploy meant to deceive any perception of your close relation to the Keeper; to protect you. 

“Y-yes, Crowfather.” 

You make good on his command and hastily walk towards the chamber’s archway, doing your best to hide your face from the Nephilim as you pass by them. You have to ignore the heated trance of their eyes following you as you do, failing when you let your eyes drift aside and make contact; an intimate fusion between which grants you a peeking view into the depths of their souls.

A mere stolen glance turned into a keen and flustered fascination. Forbidden and yet so desirably wanted all within one moment. One observant and not so secret study. So much for being the inheritor of the very one who upholds that principle. 

Your footfall fades into the distance and eventually the darkened trail of your robe reminiscent of the Keeper’s himself disappears out of sight. 

“I wasn’t aware that the Keeper of Secrets harboured a ward under his care.” Death says this with a lowered drawl that strums the deepened cords of his voice like a rustic purr. The Crowfather sneers, hearing the belittling snicker in the commander’s tone. 

Strife adds with a velveted chuckle, his body arched forward with a laced pounce, “And a rather fine looking one at that.”

Your father’s nails ring with a scraping claw against the stone arms of his throne, long and square teeth bared by his ferocious temper to restrain himself. The nerve of these insufferable creatures…

The four began to run errands for your father. Their presence came and went through the Veil and fortress. Attending jobs that required their expertise and skills, their other objectives that you suspect were related to their kin became abandoned, instead favoured by these visits. Whether to actually get into the good graces of your father or to have some excuse to run into you, you didn’t have a clue. 

Because of these visitations, it was expected that you would have your run-ins with the four, almost chased around as you meant to go about your business. Furthermore when affections began to rise it was also very futile for the Crowfather to intervene. Somehow your young heart was set as was the four Nephilim that pursued you.

[voidwritesstuff]

Camcorder Stories.

Cw: War being self deprecating. (No surprise there)

Summary: The Four happen to be travelling with a human survivor who is a devoted learner of all things cinema. They're learning about human culture one way or another, even if they dont like it.

>A/n: Inspired by the lovely @darkdemeter and her amazing Darksiders writings. As A film student, I felt like I needed to share all this knowledge that has changed the way I watch films and other multimedia content. To share the hard work involved and the appreciation I have for it :DDD.

The horsemen had no concept of what Film was. Not even Strife,who was the most acquainted with humanity even before the end times.

But now the riders found themselves with a young human who had dedicated a good portion of their years to studying cinema. And much to their chagrin or excitement...

This human carried an old camcorder with them. And with tapes to spare.

Death:

Not even theatre was of particular concern or interest to the pale rider. He was never one for the arts,other than the art of necromancy, so at first he pays the human no mind when they begin talking about film.

"Oh hold on,I need to film this. Stand there at the edge of that cliff...I just need to fiddle with the ISO. So bright..."

Death was just looking at the Valley below,the sickly sun of the kingdom of the dead shone on his cold skin. The warmth was sticky and awful. But hes never been one to complain.

The tall bone towers stood on the far distance on each side of him, a perfect frame of Demise between the reaper himself.

His human companion fiddled with buttons and he could see the lense of the strange device the mortal held. He saw how it opened and closed like a predator's Gaze.

"Okay! There we go. Finally. Please stand there,Im going to do a traveling, then a zoom in And finish on a medium close up...you just stay there like in a reverse shot. " the human made a pause,as if thinking about their words "stay still,look Cool. Back to the camera and look forwards to either of those towers"

Death doesnt know why he indulges in these outbursts of cinematic inspiration. He thinks it helps his companion Keep their sanity..and it keeps them tame and less prone to trouble.

He can hear the mortal slowly walk to him. His ears catch the sound of their footsteps from his right. He can guess theyre putting most of their weight on their heels so they can turn upwards and close in on him to somewhat eye level.

The sound comes from his right to then begin walking a Straight line behind him. Thats the travelling.

This "useless" knowledge of film has been drilled into his mind against his Will. He knew a travelling meant this human would slowly move towards him from either of his sides.

After comes that close up. Those always put his hairs on edge. Like theyre sneaking behind him. He absolutely hates it. Even if theyre not even a threat.

Finally,the medium close up meant the camera would only film from his shoulders up.

He can hear the whirring of the camcorder as it takes in his form.

It cuts when the camera is right on his left shoulder.

"Satiated?" He asked,a gruff in his voice. The annoyance bellows from the base of his throat.

"Very..." he turns to see the human look at their recording"I know you hate doing second takes...I know you think this is silly but...I'd like one more take. Please? . Its not often that outside light behaves,usually its better to do all this in a studio-gives you more controll over the lights and shadows.. but this is almost a golden opportunity.."

He asks himself again why he indulges the mortal on these things. But he looks at how their eyes glimmer at the prospect of connecting with something so tied to them and their people that went on a horrible decline by the hands of things older and more powerfull than them.

And he cant squander their happiness.

Perhaps hes grown soft, perhaps hes intrigued by such arts.

"One last 'take'. Make it count,human"

The smile they give him could melt any Ice. And if the Creator willed it,maybe the one that wrapped his dead heart.

"Okay! Ill do my travelling from the left, then a zoom and finish on your right shoulder. I know theres not much difference but the sun is coming from the left...I think its going to be more dramatic that way!"

Death couldnt help but let out a low,low chuckle"One of these days,I'll make you show me all these things youre...filming"

"Death,after this take I'll show all of them to you. I promise" the human's voice sounds the happiest hes ever heard since meeting them "I think all this Will make a smashing docu-series. Ill give you credits of course, though putting "Special thanks to the literal horseman of the pale horse" sounds a little weird"

Another chuckle left the old reaper "With everything your people has been through,thats your concern?"

The human laughed,a sound so heavenly"Alright,alright,fair. C'mon. Stand there again and We'll wrap this up faster than you can say 'action!'"

Fury

Her opinions could make even the saltiest of film critics cry. And shes not ashamed on telling his human companion how pointless and useless their outbursts were.

But then she saw how cool she looked,and it fed her ego so much she changed her tune.

"Youre going to kill me because of this,Fury. But move to that lightsource there" the human Pointed at one forwards down the Hall of arcane lights they were in.

"Whats wrong with this one, mortal? " the she-horseman asked with her hands on her hips and a little annoyed glare in her white eyes.

"I can tell from how it looks here in the camera that this is an incomplete spectrum lightsource "

"English,human "

The mortal sighed,putting down the camera "Incomplete Spectrum Lights dont do well with colors that are a mix of two others. Your hair is magenta, the middle between blue and red. Depending on where you stand, its taking the color of your hair from bluer to redder. Not a nice look,and not the one im looking for "

She relented and Walked further down the Hall. She raised her hands in annoyance and said "Well? "

"Perfect!! Do something cool with your whip! -Oh I need to change the obturation velocity. "

"...human" Fury scowled.

"How quickly the lenses Open and close to register the image. The quicker it opens and closes the clearer the image of your whip moving Will be"

Fury saw them click a few buttons on their camcorder. The tech was foreign to them,only her watcher seemed to be aware of how they worked. So,when the human wasnt listening, the shadow being explained to her mistress what a camera was and how it functioned.

"There! Ready. Im not sure on what shot to use.."

She did say she didnt care for film knowledge. Shes heard it enough times against her Will but...

"Medium length shot. Didn't you humans call it an 'American Shot'  too?" she asked,grabbing the Hilt of Scorn.

The human smiles,the glimmering of their eyes like theyre finally being acknowledged

"Or 'cowboy shot' yeah. You...you remembered! "

"Just because you said it a thousand times. "

By now,her mortal companion had grown used to her dismissal. "Uh-Huh sure. Ahem, alright. 'Fury being awesome ' take one! And...action!"

Just a few takes later,The human approached the horsewoman and showed her the display screen of the camera. Within it she sees the last take they did, which seemed to be the best one yet.

There truly is an art and a skill to it. How they move about to catch each angle, evading any lightsource that May betray their shadow and ruin the film.

Fury catches the warmth and pride in the human's eyes. This is the first time shes seen them so content. Mortals needed little to be happy.

It made her heart squeeze. She almost felt...guilty for being so critical and mean about this,admitedly, unique art form.

"Not bad. Perhaps you'll even make this into something worth watching" she ruffles their hair to add her usual emotional distance, but the human is inmune to It.

"When I do,you and your siblings are invited to the red carpet premiere. You Better dress your best"

"I never dissapoint,human".

Strife:

The horseman of the white horse loved any and all things human related. Was this his way of making up after his failing at protecting humanity from corruption? Maybe.

Or maybe he just really likes the culture.

Not like he'd tell his human companion about why he seemed so interested in their filming.

"Okay heres a fun bit of info for you. Did you know we had an art form called stop motion?"

"I Didnt know, how does it work?"

He listened attentively as the mortal told him about the millions of variations of puppet models,the replacement, the neat little tricks to make things move and seem Real.

To him,stop motion animation sounded like a real labor of love.

"I had to make one for a class once. It was painful but fun"

"Do you still have the recording?"

"I...dont sadly. We made it on a digital camera and god knows what happened to it after this shit show"

"Oh...".

"But if you give me a few hours we can make one together"

Strife knows himself enough to be aware of his lack of patience. But he accepts the deal if only for the experience.

He sees his human companion,his Friend, work away at making a few tiny little puppets that they can pose. They use pine cones,Grass,rubble, anything that they can get their hands on.

The mortal sets the camera on a rock,making sure it cant be moved. Then, they spent the Next few hourstaking pictures and making the puppets move and do silly little things.

Strife defenetly didnt have the patience for this, but it was all worth it when he saw the animation they made together. How the doll moved about in its little scenario,how the arms hoist up some pebble.

" Ive never done anything like this" he had admitted as he cleaned his guns. This was his way of unwinding. "It was fun, but painful. You sure its not some human torture method?"

His friend laughed,shaking their head as they press record on their camera and begin to move it delicately to drink in all the details of the horseman's hands cleaning the gun

The campfire beside them gave the shot a dramatic light that flickered and danced in a way that made the metal glint. And with a low ISO (aka the camera's sensitivity to light) there was no oversaturation to ruin the recording.

"Watcha doing'?" The gunslinger asked, not stopping the cleaning of his weapons.

"A detail shot. Usually its for props. In this case, the props are your guns." They explained "I personally love detail shots. They showcase the love put into the props by the art department"

"Theres an art department?"

"Ya. Theres also a lights department, writers,directors, producers, special effects- like a fake wound-, a costume/clothes department.-"

"So Many people for one movie?"

"Mhm! I can tell you all about it "

"Sweetheart,we've got nuthin' but time. 'M all ears"

War:

Creator help the human that the red rider travels with. He knows little of things like theatre and magic and tech are a mystery to him in so Many ways. Had it not been for the watcher, the behemoth in crimson would have no clue and think its an elaborate human prank.

"Okay so in a movie,you'd have four stages. Pre- production,where the story and list of resources needed for the film get made. Production,which is getting everything on the list plus actors and catering and a bunch of other things. Filming,the fun part. And post-production, where everything comes together"

War raised his brows in surprise, his expression would have been hidden if it wasnt for the slight widening of his shining white eyes and his voice as he says "I...was not aware of how much was needed for such a  seemingly simple thing"

The human was unaware of the expression he was making,seeing as their back was to his chest. Ruin trode lazily over the broken pavement.

"Yeah! You need a lot. Think about this,you need a scene in a home.." they begin,opening Their camcorder to put a tape within It "you can either make it within a studio- which means making everything from the ground up- or get a house with the furniture inside it "

He listens attentively "Im sure its more complicated than that...You'd need...lights? You have said that. And you told me natural light can be...tricky"

"Yeah!! " they sound so happy at his remembrance "For a home you manage to "borrow" you need to block out the Windows- unless theyre shown in the shot- and replace the light with artificial ones. But you'd also need people and services to haul the equipment to that home. "

They made a brief pause "a big guy like you would be useful. You May have a spot on the industry after all!"

"I dont see myself-"

"It was a joke,War"

"Right"

"Thats joke 1000 and counting" they breathed out,before turning on their camcorder. "Hey...I want a birds eye view of Ruin's head. Can get on your shoulders?"

He sighed "very well. Be careful"

The human climbs on him with ease. His armor provided foot holds and places to grasp. And its not the first time this happened...

War barely registers their weight on him. He looks up past his hood to see them record the sunset,turning side to side slowly in a panning motion.

"Natural light can be finnicky...but things like these can be breath taking...Wonderful shot"

At this,something comes to the rider's mind. "Why do you...record all these things? Arent they painful reminders? Do you do it to inmortalize yourself?"

The mortal looked down and smiled,shaking their head"in film,we tell stories. I want to tell this story...our story" the camera bends down to record him. And he huffs,all afluster.

"The nephilim are not worthy of remembrance".

"But you horsemen are. Your stories are worth sharing. And im making sure they happen. Your voice deserve to be heard"

"What makes you so certain?"

"I...Im not sure. Its just a feeling.."

He saw the way the human's brows knit together. They chew the inside of their cheek and turn the camera to take the view of Ruin's firey mane.

"Wonderful films have been made out of less. Sure,your stories are amazing and interesting- but thats not quite It. We have all seen stories of guts and glory,of massacres...but you horsemen are different. Unique."

"We're the accursed union of Angel and Demon. We're unique because we shouldnt exist "

He feels them kick him with the heel of their foot. "Dont say that about yourself. Good god" they sigh,looking at the sunset "theres nobody in this world like you four, youre unique in a wonderful way. You are a union of angel and demon but youre nothing like them. Youre uniquely independent, in a League all of your own. I seek to understand it I guess-  I want to tell your stories because..."

The words are on the tip of their tongue. So annoying...

And War sounds almost...meek in asking. He hopes of acknowledgement, of being seen, as deep down as that feeling is.

"Because theres simply nothing like you,and I think everyone deserves to know how noble,how kind and how strong you are. Maybe we can even learn something from you for. Your courage and disposition are unmatched. As scarred as you May be,as hurt even...I just think you deserve to be shown and appreciated for your uniqueness"

The rider was unsure on what to say. They are perhaps the only being in existence that appreciates the four in this way. And...he quite likes it.

"No doubt you'll make it far in your carreer" he complimented after a long silence."few beings in existence have the heart that you do..."

He heard them chuckle, their shadow moving as they hook their feet under his armor to stand up and bring their camera further up,showing the low brush and lushness that begins to overtake the landscape. The blue hour fully setting in.

"Will you come watch what I make?"

It was so obvious there was a slight hint of humor. He could tell the human wasnt at all convinced he actually cared for their art.

Too bad he means to show them he does

"To see the fruits of your hard labor? Of course. "

He hears the slight sniffing,he feels the slight trembling..."Ill- ill get you the best- best seats at the theatre. I promise"

War raised his normal hand to wrap around their calf, as a comfort but as a steadying force. "Ive no doubt you'll uphold your word"

[alexstarksblog]

Time for night time and pleasant company with the lovely madam🌌✨

[sabrerine911]

The sadistic psycho sister and the annoyed older brother colored (Darksiders) https://www.patreon.com/ArtFrenzy Was in the mood to sketch up my 2 favorite characters of the franchise, Fury and Death Decided to finish it today cause the Darksider's Reddit was really nice to me about the WIP XD

Now back to that Warhammer commission I was doing, speaking of wich im open for commissions, pm me if interested

[imagine-darksiders]

Imagine Fury all but shoving you into a crawl space to escape a Trauma.

You end up flat on your back as she scrambles in afterwards, and slots herself in neatly above you, her long, rippling hair draping down to frame her angular face as you gape up at her, startled by the Nephilim's proximity.

"Hoo," you whistle awkwardly, "Well, this is cozy."

The Horseman merely scowls down at you in return, wondering why you'd think the inside of an air vent would be cozy.

Then it dawns on her...

She has you pinned beneath her torso. Your feeble, human body is entirely caged in by her limbs, and she's almost brushing her nose against yours when she tries to adjust herself in the cramped space.

Viciously tossing aside how oddly alluring you look below her, Fury lets out a low growl and grabs your collar with one hand, hauling you further along the vent and shoving you none too gently towards the other opening.

"If you breathe a word of this," she seethes, pleased that the darkness hides the undeniable flush crawling up her neck, "I will tell Ulthane to throw you out of the Tree."

"... Pfft. Ulthane wouldn't do that."

"Then I'll do it myself. Get moving."

[voidselfshipp]

Crying over the names of the legendary boons in Darksiders 1.

》written from the perspective of an eldest sibling《

1)DEATH'S BLESSING.

I know I shouldnt take this so literall,but the Word "blessing" from DEATH. He who holds himself to be the worst of the horseman,the one beyond repentance,The one without "a soul". Even from afar he still cares for his youngest brother,death gives him A BLESSING,his genuine blessing.

How it gives War more souls? More resources to help him? How he can get Harvester? That it works better when you assign that boon to the scythe? Do you think a part of Death's soul,the very thing he claims not to have, lingers in this arcane thing to still Keep his brother safe? How he stil cares so deeply even if he denies it vehemently?

2)STRIFE'S OFFERING.

Just look at genesis,how close they are by the end,how they mourn together and hold eachother up. Do you think war remembers and has seen in detail and maybe with a bit of awe whenever Strife uses Mercy & Redemption? How hes memorized the EXACT pulse and grip his brother uses? This boon gives him profiency with the gun, it makes him more durable to ranged And projectile attacks.

Do you think the true magic is the memories of his brother? How maybe just a bit of Strife's Essence guides his aim, his bullets and takes the hit for him? Not to mention War gets "MERCY".

Do you think he can hear STRIFE'S voice saying "aim higher,remember wind resistance. Breathe. Keep your grip steady,youre not alone. Im still here with you"

3)FURY'S EMBRACE.

Arcane expert extraordinare, badass fighter. This boon gives War more wrath for his abilities,shows him all the treasures. Do you think he can kind of hear the softest ring of fury's voice guiding him to the treasures? Do you think she used to give him trinkets when they were kids and thats why that boon works that way? Do you think he can hear the inflexions of her voice?

Stern when he missed something that was right in his face.

Playful and jovial, so reminiscent of her younger self.

Urgent and,dare I say it, worried and scared when its something that Will heal him or protect him?(Like the abyssal armor)

How beautiful is it that Fury lends whats the center of her personality: Her anger. She shares it with her brother, gives her power to him without hesitation even if time and circumstances has pulled them appart.

Maybe by taking that anger from fury,war can help his sister feel better. How she embraced him and guides him like an elder sister. The memories of their Bond when younger still linger,still tethers them together. Time is passed but their siblinghood prevails.

And the name? EMBRACE. Fury? Hugging war? Dont think so. But it can be a symbolic embrace, Like the one she lives in the end of darksiders 3. She sees her errors and faults and begs Ulthane to help War.

Do you see how fundamentally each one of them cares so deeply for their brother??????

Im going to CRY.

[corvusalbus93]

Playing through the games once more and had a thought: This has to be the first time in millennia, or ever, Fury and Strife had a heart-to-heart.

Earlier in the game, Fury remarks on their solitude, how it was just her and Rampage, Lust mentions Fury’s antagonism towards her brothers, Strife changed since the events of Genesis…so this could possibly be the first time these two simply talked and opened up (at least in Fury’s case).